“108,” Parker nodded, taking the amulet from Eliot. She dangled the thing in front of her, giving it a good once-over. With a tiny smile, she slipped it over her head so that it was showing over her shirt. She looked back up to Eliot, smile gone.
“What’ll you wear to keep demons out?” She looked a little worried. “And by ‘keep the demons out’ you mean that otherwise they could get in?” Her eyebrows raised a little. “Like The Exorcist?”
Parker frowned as she pictured herself with matted hair, throwing up pea soup at some elderly priest. It did not make for a very pleasant image.